Now seeing this sword, he knew that Xiao Kongtong had revealed his trump card.

"There is progress, I was not hit directly this time."

Yan Colorless shrugged his shoulders, looked down at the bloody holes all over his body, smiled and praised himself.

However, when he looked down, he saw the secret formation at his feet, so he retreated another ten miles.

But the secret formation diagram is too huge!

After covering the entire mountain range of Fallen Abyss, it was still extending outwards. Yan Wuse was curious about how such a slow sword could hit anyone in the future - from this point of view, it was completely inferior to Xu Xiaoshou's sword.

Boxing. But thinking about it again, after all, this is the second level of ancient swordsmanship. It is too difficult for a young man!

It is understandable that he is slow to draw his sword.

Soon Yan Wuse realized that maybe he had guessed wrong.

Maybe the range that this style can cover is really vast, because the secret formation is still chasing him!

With a swipe sound, Yan Wuse completely exited the Fallen Abyss.

But the secret formation is like a tarsal maggot, wherever he retreats, he will follow him.

"As a half-saint, can the attack range still cover the entire Void Island?" Yan Wuse sneered.

Ordinary people may not be able to avoid it, but they are really going to be caught up by the secret formation. Who is he?

He is the light of spiritual refining!

If you want to leave, why can't you?

Retreat from the Fallen Abyss to Aonuma, to the Forest of Miracles, to the Hall of Sin, to the Blood Realm...

This series of actions spanning thousands of miles was completed in the blink of an eye by Yan Wuse.

As for the secret formation diagram, this time, it failed to keep up.

"Ah."

"The little swordsman is so ridiculous."

Falling into the abyss, Xiao Kongtong’s emotions were taken away by the sword incarnated by Jian Nian.

He lowered his head, picked up the sword, and with embarrassment and confusion all over his body, walked to the incarnation of Jian Nian and walked in.

The two are completely integrated into one.

Buzz!

At the same moment, far away in the Sin Palace, thousands of spiritual swords suddenly flew into the sky.

The spiritual master before the Thousand Miles Mirror Technique was watching the battle through the spiritual mirror. When he lowered his head, he discovered that there was a secret formation diagram at his feet.

Everyone's scalp suddenly stood up, everyone showed their magical powers, and ran away crazily.

They are so far apart, this sword has cut here?

Retreat to the blood realm...

This series of actions spanning thousands of miles was completed in the blink of an eye by Yan Wuse.

As for the secret formation diagram, this time, it failed to keep up.

"Ah."

"The little swordsman is so ridiculous."

Falling into the abyss, Xiao Kongtong’s emotions were taken away by the sword incarnated by Jian Nian.

He lowered his head, picked up the sword, and with embarrassment and confusion all over his body, walked to the incarnation of Jian Nian and walked in.

The two are completely integrated into one.

Buzz!

At the same moment, far away in the Sin Palace, thousands of spiritual swords suddenly flew into the sky.

The spiritual master before the Thousand Miles Mirror Technique was watching the battle through the spiritual mirror. When he lowered his head, he discovered that there was a secret formation diagram at his feet.

Everyone's scalp suddenly stood up, everyone showed their magical powers, and ran away crazily.

They are so far apart, this sword has cut here?

are you crazy!

It’s not like this to bring disaster to Chiyu!

However, as they were retreating, a confused murmur sounded in everyone's ears. This voice was full of confusion, as if it was longing for someone to answer him:

"Young man knows no joys and sorrows. He wanders thousands of miles in white clothes."

"When I grow old, I am left alone. Where can I call home?"

Click!

When they heard the sound, everyone stopped in their footsteps, and there was confusion in their eyes.

The scene of the ruins of the original sect of Sin Yi Palace, this environment immediately changed after being penetrated by the secret formation diagram.

"Where is this..."

Someone fell somewhere

In the large courtyard, you can see the withered gray walls, the wooden tables with peeling paint, and the handmade chairs and stools.

The poor courtyard was filled with the sounds of children's laughter and play.

In a dark corner by a lonely wall, there was a little boy curled up, reading a book.

The spirit, will, and even soul were all distorted at this moment.

The vision changed, and everyone's eyes saw the words on the book, and saw the eye-catching "Eighth Sword Immortal".

Looked up.

Everyone became that little boy and got the answer at the same time:

"It turns out that the incompatibility here is due to the fundamental differences between me and them. Can Yanque, An Neng and Honghu compete with each other?"

As soon as the scene changed, swords were passed down the streets, and nine swordsmanships, eighteen sword styles, and three thousand swordsmanship were learned...

The scene turned, and the young man dressed in bright clothes and angry with his horse, holding a three-foot sword, hoeed the strong and helped the weak, wandering through the rivers and lakes...

As soon as the screen changes, you enter the dimensional space, search for secret treasures, slay strange beasts, kill powerful enemies, and gain the fruits of cultivation...

The scene turned, and on the top of the mountain, the lonely fairy was left in a daze, not knowing where he was going...

Even if you are proud of the world, have no friends, no relatives, and no one to rely on, if the rootless duckweed does something, it will not do anything.

"Home……"

"Where is home?"

Accompanied by endless confusion, I took a leap.

The scene turned back to the dilapidated gray courtyard decades ago. There were high spider webs hanging high, half of the white lanterns were left, and there was an open coffin in the courtyard, but not even a corpse was found in the coffin.

"This is my home?"

This scene made everyone's pupils tremble, and then they bowed their heads helplessly, "I'm sorry, I lost you all..."

At this point in the second world, there is endless loneliness, and there are too many spiritual masters who cannot bear this kind of spiritual conception.

And those who could barely recover, even if they knew they should resist, were just confused and didn't know how to respond.

"Home……"

Yu Lingdi closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and two lines of clear tears flowed from under her eyelids.

"Home……"

In the green marsh, Tianren Wusei struggled to get up, holding the mask in his hand, looking at the reflection of the waves in the water beach on the ground, losing all his strength.

"Home……"

Falling into the abyss, Xu Xiaoshou raised his head and looked up into the sky.

"Spiritual awakening" was triggered again and again, and he sank again and again, finally barely able to see the world in front of him clearly.

Not a ward.

It's not Tiansang Ling Palace.

It was a pure blue sky with strands of white clouds, wandering and helpless. "I am alone when I grow old, and I ask where I can call home..." In the blood world, Yan Wuse lowered his head, and unconsciously fired the electric gun in his hand.

Disappeared.

He reacted almost instantly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to resist.

But at the right moment, his eyes flashed scarlet, his face turned colorless with shock, and he finally realized that something was wrong with the environment he was in.

The city is all made of swords, and the city is full of ancient swordsmen.

This big family is divided into countless small families, each of which has a bond and connection. When someone is in need, all parties will provide support.
To be continued...